This is a song about "The louisiana purchase"

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

The more battles the better the flows

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Tina perm your fucking weave

As the tao converted the thief

I let you know you dealing with dogs

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

But can't find the right purchase

On the slow jam of love

The louisiana cajuns and texans, still refuse welfare,

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/